Blunder Bender

By Sathya Dharini

The moment you commit a tiny weeny blunder,

The earlier, the better to shamelessly surrender

Before the angel of wrath, your mum is she,

Chucks you to the slaughter, you wish you’d flee, 

To rip apart your thick skin like a ruthless butcher

And festoon it for the delight of a jobless watcher.

By Sathya Dharini